Fairwells
Raziel swam back the way he had come. He surfaced and coughed the water out of his lungs. He made his way to the lake’s edge. He climbed out onto the beach line. The young boy stood and took his shirt off. He looked around as he rung the water out of his tunic.
When he felt like he got all the water he could out of it, he pulled it back over his head. He turned and looked back at the water. He scowled. His promise to go back bothered him. He wasn’t sure if he was going to have his father’s blessing.
Raziel spun in a complete circle, trying to get his bearings. Shaking his head, he swore under his breath. “Fuck.” He had no idea where he was. The sun was oddly in the same position as when he dove into the lake.
He was surprised. The cougar was sitting on the bank not far from him. The animal turned and locked its emerald orbs with his. It almost had sentient intelligence in its eyes. Raziel narrowed his gaze at the beast. It stared at him.
A clap of thunder startled the beast. It shook the water out of its fur, before taking off into the forest.
Strange, he thought to himself, why would it have waited so long by the lake’s edge? Why did it have almost a human-like expression in its eyes?
Another deafening clap of thunder split the air, followed by a blinding flash of lightning that illuminated the rocky terrain around him. Raziel’s heart pounded as the storm’s fury seemed to grow with each passing second.
His mind screamed at him that time was slipping away. He had to move, had to make his way back. His father would be furious if he was caught out here much longer.
Shaking his head, he ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin. He couldn’t afford to be this reckless. His father would never let him hear the end of it if he returned late. The thought of his father’s stern gaze made his chest tighten.
He turned his gaze upward at the towering cliff before him, the very one he had impulsively dove from earlier today.
The cliff face rose high, jagged and nearly vertical, and as he studied it, he realized it would be impossible to climb back up. The rock was smooth in many places, slick with rain and covered in a layer of moss, and even if he could find a foothold, the storm was only making it worse.
“Well, fuck,” Raziel muttered under his breath, the words barely audible against the growing storm. He could feel the first few droplets of rain falling, cold and sharp against his skin. The storm was arriving faster than he’d anticipated.
His eyes darted around desperately for shelter. A cave. Any kind of cover. He needed to get out of the open or risk being caught in the full brunt of the storm. The wind howled like a wailing banshee, slicing through the air, tugging violently at his cloak. His silver hair whipped around his face like a living thing, stinging his eyes and obscuring his vision.
The rain began to pour in sheets now, fast and heavy. Raziel’s frantic steps turned into a blur as he stumbled along the base of the cliffside, nearly slipping more than once as his boots sank into the mud. The world had become a chaotic blur of rain, wind, and the distant crackle of thunder. He wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. Only focused on finding shelter before the storm swallowed him whole.
And then, in an instant, the ground beneath him gave way. He collided with something—no, *someone*. The impact was jarring, knocking the wind from his lungs as he lost his footing. His body flailed, arms flailing to catch something, anything.
Before he could even register what had happened, both of them were tumbling through the rain-slicked earth. The sheer weight of their fall sent them crashing through the jagged cliffside, the rocky ground tearing at their clothes and skin. For a split second, it felt like the world was spinning, the ground giving way beneath them as their momentum carried them further into the storm’s wrath.
He could barely make out the shape of the person he’d collided with. Only that they were as helpless in this fall as he was. He gritted his teeth, trying to brace himself, but the sheer chaos of the moment left him powerless. Then, everything went black.
He woke a bit later, he was laying on the stone. His clothing somehow dry. He shook his head as he sat up. It buzzed. His vision cleared and across from him sat a young man. His expression full of light and excitement?
“Goddess, what happened?” Raziel’s voice gruff.
A fire between them. The flames flickered light in the silver eyes of the boy across from him. “Hello! My name is Raelith. I got lost in the woods. The rain came quick.”
Raziel reached up and touched his head. There was a bandage on it. He grimaced in pain.
“Um, My name is Raziel. I was just trying to head home. My father is going to be angry with me.”
Raelith’s smile stretched wider as he leaned back slightly, his eyes twinkling in the dim firelight. “I can help you find the way as soon as the storm clears a bit more. But I fear,” he added with a slight grin, “it’s the side effect of his voice that’s causing all this.”
Raziel raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Who’s voice?”
Raelith’s smile deepened, as if savoring the opportunity to share a story. “Renaldo, of course,” he said with a touch of reverence. “He’s like a father to me. Mine… well, mine was never there for me when I was a child.”
A flicker of sympathy crossed Raziel’s face. “That’s horrible,” he said quietly, the weight of the words sinking in as he tried to imagine growing up without the guidance of a father. He shifted and sat across from Raelith, crossing his legs in the dirt and leaning in slightly, his voice thoughtful. “If I were a father, there’d be nothing in the world that could keep me from my children.”
Raelith’s eyes darkened momentarily, a shadow passing over his expression before he quickly masked it with a feigned enthusiasm. “Well, we never really know how we’d handle things until we’re in that position, you know?” he said, attempting to sound casual, though his voice carried a quiet bitterness, hidden beneath the surface of his words.
Raziel’s gaze softened as he observed Raelith, sensing that the other man’s lighthearted demeanor was a shield. He nodded slowly, then changed the subject. “Yeah, I suppose you’re right. But tell me this, what are you doing around here? I’ve never seen anyone else in these woods, besides me and Issac.”
Raelith’s eyes flashed with confusion, and he blinked, momentarily thrown off balance by the mention of Issac. “Issac?” he repeated, as though the name held some hidden meaning for him. “Issac is your father?”
“Yeah,” Raziel replied, rising to his feet and moving toward the cave entrance, his body stiff with the abrupt change in energy. He glanced back at Raelith, his expression distant. “It’s just the two of us out here. But… hey, looks like the storm’s clearing up. Thanks for your help, but I really need to get going.”
Raelith was quick to follow, a sense of urgency rising in his chest. “Hey, wait!” he called out, stepping closer to Raziel, his earlier exuberance returning. “I want to come with you.”
Raziel paused for a moment, the offer lingering in the air. His mind was already spinning, feeling a bit lost and uncertain about his next steps. But the sense of companionship, even if unexpected, wasn’t something he could easily dismiss. He glanced at the steep cliff face before him, the towering rocks seeming even more intimidating in the wake of the storm.
“Alright,” Raziel said, his voice reluctant but determined. “I feel a little lost, to be honest, but we still need to figure out how to get up this cliff.”
Raelith’s grin spread even wider, his confidence unwavering despite the difficult task ahead. “Sure, let’s go. We’ll figure it out together.”
With that, Raelith took the first step toward the cliff, his movements fluid and assured, as if the mountain itself didn’t stand a chance against him.
The storm had finally started to die down, but the air remained thick with moisture, the wet earth slick beneath their feet. Raziel glanced up at the towering cliff before them, the jagged rocks bathed in the soft light of the clearing storm. He felt an odd sense of anticipation stirring in his chest, as though the cliff held more than just a daunting climb. It felt… secretive, like it was hiding something.
Raelith, ever the curious soul, seemed to pick up on the same sensation. His eyes glinted with interest as he studied the rock face, his gaze tracing the natural contours.
“You know,” Raelith began, breaking the silence with his usual playful tone, “I’ve been through these woods a thousand times, but I’ve never noticed anything like this.” He gestured to a small indentation in the cliffside, a hollow just large enough to fit a person.
Raziel looked at him, his brow furrowing with intrigue. “What do you mean? You’ve never seen this spot before?”
Raelith shook his head, stepping closer to the hollow. “Nope. But now that I’m looking at it, I swear this part of the cliff seems… off. Like there’s something hidden here.”
Raziel’s curiosity piqued, and he walked over to join him. The indentation in the cliff was small, but it had an oddly deliberate shape—almost as though it had been crafted, not naturally formed.
As Raelith inspected it more closely, he noticed a faint crack running along the side of the hollow, one that wasn’t visible at first glance. His fingers brushed against the crack, and with a light push, the stone shifted with a quiet grinding sound.
The wall before them trembled slightly, revealing a hidden door carved into the rock. Raziel’s breath caught in his chest. A secret passage, concealed from view and waiting to be discovered. The idea that this place had been hiding here, unnoticed for so long, both thrilled and unsettled him.
“Now that’s interesting,” Raziel said, his voice low.
Raelith grinned, stepping forward with an almost gleeful expression. “I knew it. This place is full of surprises.”
With the stone door now slightly ajar, the two of them shared a glance. The allure of the unknown pulled them in. Raziel hesitated for a moment, but the sense of adventure was too strong to ignore. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice carrying a note of caution.
Raelith’s grin widened, the excitement in his eyes infectious. “Of course! What’s the point of finding something like this if we don’t explore it?”
Raziel gave a short, reluctant chuckle. “Guess we’re in this together then.”
The door creaked open with a low, groaning sound, revealing a narrow, winding passage that descended deeper into the earth. The air inside smelled musty, thick with the scent of damp stone and something older, something forgotten.
“I can’t see.” Raziel frowned. “We can’t go further.”
Raelith smirked, unfazed. “Nothing a little magic can’t change.” With the flick of his wrist, two torches materialized, one of which he handed to Raziel with a wink. “Don’t be afraid. I got you.”
Raziel took the torch, his gaze lingering on Raelith for a moment. He couldn’t quite figure out this boy’s unshakable confidence, like he had no doubt that they could take on whatever came next. Raziel shrugged it off, dismissing the odd feeling creeping up his spine, and followed him deeper into the cave.
The flickering light from their torches cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, making the passage seem even more foreboding. As they stepped inside, the door swung closed behind them with a faint thud, sealing them within the depths of the hidden hideout.
They proceeded cautiously, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the smooth stone walls. The further they went, the more the passage seemed to open up. Eventually, it led them to a cavernous chamber, vast and mysterious. The walls were covered in strange markings, symbols that Raziel couldn’t decipher but instinctively felt were ancient. The air here was cooler, and the space felt alive with secrets, like it had been waiting for someone to stumble upon it.
“Who would build something like this?” Raziel asked, his voice reverberating slightly in the hollow space.
Raelith scanned the room with wide eyes, his curiosity uncontainable. “I don’t know, but whoever they were, they clearly didn’t want anyone finding this. Look at these markings. This isn’t just some old hideout, it’s… something else.”
Raziel nodded, his mind racing. “It’s like a sanctuary. But for what?”
Before Raelith could respond, something at the far end of the cavern caught their attention. It was a large stone pedestal, weathered and covered in moss. On top of it lay an object, partially obscured by the shadows. Raziel approached it cautiously, his hand hovering near the stone, as though the very air around it hummed with energy.
“What do you think it is?” Raelith asked, his voice hushed, as if they had stumbled upon something sacred.
Raziel slowly uncovered the object, revealing an intricately carved stone tablet. It was worn with age but still displayed vivid engravings. As his fingers traced the symbols, a strange warmth seemed to pulse beneath his touch.
“This… this wasn’t just left here for no reason,” Raziel murmured, the gravity of the moment settling in. “It’s meant to be found.”
Raelith stepped forward, his eyes alight with awe. “So, what now? Do we take it? Try to figure out what it means?”
Raziel looked up, his mind turning over the possibilities. There was something far greater at play here, something far beyond just the storm or the cliffside hideaway. This tablet, this place—it felt like the beginning of something much larger. And whatever it was, it was meant for them to uncover.
With a deep breath, Raziel nodded. “Yeah. We take it, and we figure it out together. Whatever this is, it’s only the beginning.”
Raelith grinned, his enthusiasm unchanged. “I’m all in.”
Today had already turned into an unexpected adventure, and it seemed there was no end to what this place might hold.
“Look,” Raelith said suddenly, pointing to a narrow passage to the left. “There’s another path. Let’s explore it.”
With caution, they moved deeper into the cave. At the end of the initial room, two hallways branched off, one to the left, one to the right.
A large tapestry hung on the center wall of the left hallway, catching Raziel’s eye. He studied it for a moment, the strange imagery drawing him in. The tapestry depicted a doorway, outlined in red paint, and in its center was an all-seeing eye, staring back at him with a chilling intensity.
Raelith was the first to peel his gaze from the tapestry, looking to the left and then to the right, clearly unsure of which path to take.
“I hear voices down the left hallway,” Raziel said quietly, his brow furrowing in concern. “Let’s go right.”
Raelith nodded, his excitement palpable, and they moved down the right path. After a few moments of tense silence, they arrived at what looked like an alchemist’s bench, scattered with old vials, strange powders, and ancient books.
Atop the desk lay a letter, one addressed to Raziel. His breath caught in his throat as he picked it up, staring at the name scrawled on the parchment.
“What the hell?” Raziel murmured to himself. He frowned, about to open the letter, when—
“Hey! Boys! What are you doing in here?!” A voice rang out from behind them, sharp and commanding.
Raelith immediately went for his sword, but it wasn’t there. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Fuck,” he swore under his breath.
Raziel’s heart raced, and in a panic, he shoved the letter into his pocket, turning to face the two men who had appeared in the doorway.
“I… Umm…” Raziel stammered, his mind scrambling for an escape.
“Get him!” one of the men shouted. “Boss won’t have mercy if he gets away!”
Frantic, Raziel looked around, trying to find a way out. There was none. He had no sword, no shield, no way of fighting them off. In a desperate moment, he fell into an old reflex, taking an archer’s stance and pretending to aim a bow.
“Gods save me!” he muttered under his breath, slamming his eyes shut. He grabbed at the air where his arrows usually hung on his back.
To his shock, he felt something solid in his hand. His eyes snapped open, and there, in his grasp, was a beautifully crafted bow, glowing with faint power. An arrow was already nocked, humming with energy.
“Where the hell did that come from?” Raelith gasped. “Goddess, you have Aurlien!?”
The two men froze, staring at the glowing weapon in his hands.
Raziel, just as stunned as they were, instinctively pulled the bowstring taut and released. The arrow flew through the air, but to his amazement, it split mid-flight, becoming two separate arrows that struck both men dead center in their hearts.
“Fuck!” Raziel swore, watching them drop to the ground, their bodies falling lifelessly to the stone floor.
His heart pounded in his chest, panic and adrenaline surging through him. He didn’t stop to retrieve the arrows. Without thinking, he threw the glowing bow over his back, turning to Raelith, who was equally stunned.
“Let’s get the hell out of here,” Raziel said, his voice shaky.
Raelith nodded without hesitation. Together, they ran, the weight of the strange weapon and their newfound discoveries heavy on their minds as they fled the cave, unsure of what lay ahead, but certain that whatever it was, they would face it together.
Lightning tore through the sky, the electricity crackling with untamed energy. It made the hair on the boys arms stand on end, but there was no time to think about it. The rain was pouring down, soaking them through and blurring their vision.
They found a beaten path to their left and tried to climb up the hillside. The storm made the ground slick, and they slipped several times, cursing under their breath. Together they finally managed to get past the worst parts and took one look back, a silent prayer on his lips.
“I hope this path leads home.” Raziel muttered, his voice barely audible over the howling wind.
“It should. I think we’re on the right track. Let’s keep going.” Raelith urged, a determined glint in his eyes despite the storm’s fury.
As they trudged through the downpour, the cold wind stinging their faces, Raziel tried to focus on the path ahead, but doubts gnawed at him. The world around him felt increasingly surreal, like he was caught between the storm and something darker, something he couldn’t yet understand. Then, a voice pierced through the tempest.
“Raziel! In the name of Nexus, where the hell are you, boy?”
Raziel’s heart skipped a beat. He recognized that voice instantly. Without a second thought, he pushed forward, adrenaline kicking in. He rounded a bend and came face-to-face with Issac, nearly colliding with him in the middle of the rain.
“Are you alright?” Issac’s voice was full of concern, his brow furrowed with worry. “You were gone so long, I thought the storm had taken you.”
Raziel froze for a moment, a lump rising in his throat. The reality of what had just happened crashed down on him, and for a brief moment, he was paralyzed with the guilt and fear of what he had done.
He had killed two men, people he’d never even known and now, standing here in front of Issac, the weight of it all was almost too much to bear. He turned to Raelith for some kind of anchor but found only his eyes—calm and knowing.
“Raziel, who is this with you?” Issac asked, his voice steady but curious.
Raziel turned slowly, the words catching in his throat. “This is Raelith. I… I accidentally ran into him.” His explanation sounded weak, even to him, but it was the best he could do in the moment.
Issac took a long, measured look at both of them, his gaze flicking between the two young men. His eyes narrowed slightly, but there was no judgment in his voice. “I see.” His tone was neutral, but Raziel couldn’t help but feel that Issac had already pieced together more than he was letting on.
Raelith, broke the tension. He let a wicked smirk cross his face. “Do you now, Issac?” he said with a grin that was anything but innocent. “I think it’s time we get Raziel into bed, maybe a hot meal too. He had a nasty fall earlier, and I had to drag him into a shelter. Let him wake up on his own terms.”
Issac chuckled, the sound a welcome warmth in the storm. “Alright, I’ll go along with this story for now.” His expression softened, though the concern was still there. He looked at Raziel with a father’s eyes, his protective instinct taking over. “Let’s get you inside, you’re freezing.”
The three of them made their way back toward the cottage, the storm still howling behind them, but with every step closer to home, Raziel could feel the tension in his chest ease, just a little. His mind raced with thoughts of the day’s events, of the strange power he had felt, the bow, the runes, it was all too much. But the comfort of his father’s presence, and Raelith’s unshakable confidence beside him, gave him something to hold onto.
He entered the warm, dry space with his father and Raelith, still dazed by what had just happened.
“I’m sorry, Father,” Raziel said quietly. “I got lost today.”
Issac raised an eyebrow, studying him with a knowing look. “Raziel, strip your soaking shirt and pants at the door so you don’t drag water through the house. Then go upstairs and get into something dry. Don’t want you catching a cold.”
Raziel nodded, moving toward the door to disrobe, but then something stopped him. The bow, the one that had appeared in his hand in the cave. He hadn’t even realized he still had it until now.
He reached behind his back and pulled it off, the runes glowing faintly in the dim light of the cottage kitchen. The sight made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
Issac’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the bow’s strange aura. “Where did you get that?”
Raziel hesitated, unsure how to explain the inexplicable.
Raelith stepped forward, his voice calm but curious. “He didn’t find it, Issac. It found him.” He grinned, the mystery of it all only adding to his excitement. “It’s magic. You should’ve seen it in the cave. Something’s going on with that bow.”
Raziel glanced at Raelith. His expression was unreadable, but there was an undeniable curiosity in the way he watched Raziel, like he was waiting for something to click.
Raziel turned back to his father, the weight of the truth heavy on his chest. He wasn’t sure how to put everything into words. Part of him wasn’t ready to share it all just yet.
He swallowed hard. “I… don’t want to talk about it right now,” he muttered, his voice low and uncertain.
Issac’s gaze shifted between his son and Raelith, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered something. The silence stretched on before he spoke, his voice calm but laced with something unreadable.
“Interesting,” he said softly. “Alright, let me hold your bow for now. You go upstairs and get dry.” His tone was steady, but there was an undercurrent of knowing, as if he suspected there was more going on than his son was letting on.
Raziel hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He handed the bow over to Issac. As his fingers released, the runes on the bow dimmed, the light fading until it was nothing more than a silent weapon.
Issac’s gaze hardened as he studied the bow, his lips pressing into a thin line. He examined it for a long moment, as if searching for something in its intricate markings.
Not noticing his father’s contemplative expression, Raziel moved quickly, stripping down to his underclothes. He hung his wet pants and shirt on the hangers by the front door, eager to escape the chill of the storm.
Raelith stood nearby, but there was a tension in his posture. He took off his wet clothes as well. Issac’s expression hardened as he noticed something off with the boys skin. He turned back and watched Raziel.
Once he was undressed, Raziel and Raelith darted up the stairs without another word. The moment they were out of sight, the bow seemed to hum faintly on Issac’s table and then disappeared. His father didn’t seem to notice. Instead, Issac began pacing, clearly restless.
“By the Goddess, I didn’t know you had Aurlien!” Raelith eyes gleaming with excitement. His heart swelled with pride.
Raziel turned and looked at him, “Aurlien? Who is that?”
Raelith laughed, “You don’t know? Oh goddess this is going to be fun!”
Raziel didn’t have time to contemplate what he was saying. He tossed Raelith some clothing. “I don’t know if this will fit or not, but you look like you could be my size.”
Raelith donned the clothes, he now matched Raziel.
“Damn it all,” Issac frowned, clenched his fist and muttered under his breath as he walked to the base of the stairs. “Raziel, come here, boy.” His tone was sharp now, as if the silence had weighed too heavily on him.
The two boys descended the stairs. Issac watched the odd excitement of Raelith. Something was not settling right with him. Issac took a step back and took in their appearance. Something was trying to click in his head but it wasn’t quite there.
The bow hummed on his back as he descended, and a sly smirk crept across Raziel’s face. But it was fleeting, quickly replaced by a pang of guilt. The bow had been a gift of sorts, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that its power had come at a cost.
When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Issac was waiting. His eyes were narrowed, his expression unreadable. There was a trace of something more in his gaze, curiosity, suspicion, maybe even concern.
“Raziel? May I take a look at your bow?” Issac asked, his voice was quieter than before, but sharp all the same.
Raziel hesitated, then reluctantly handed it over. “Sure,” he said, though he had no idea what his father would make of the weapon, or how much he could actually explain.
Issac’s eyes fixed on the bow. He did not see the wicked expression in Raelith’s eyes as he watched at the base of the stairs.
Issac studied the bow in silence, his fingers brushing over the runes, his brow furrowed. “Do you know what this bow is?” he asked after a long pause, his voice tinged with something unspoken.
Raziel paused, unsure how to answer. “No, father. I found it on the forest floor. Maybe a traveling wanderer dropped it?” His words felt hollow in his mouth, a half-truth that he hoped would satisfy his father’s questions.
Issac’s eyes narrowed even further, his gaze sharp. He didn’t believe a word of it. “You’re lying,” he said quietly, his voice cold with disappointment. “Where did you really get this bow, Raziel?”
The air seemed to thicken as Issac’s words landed. Raelith, still standing by the base of the stairs, observed the exchange without comment. But he could feel the tension between father and son was palpable.
Raziel’s stomach twisted with guilt, and he averted his gaze, unsure of how to explain the events that had led to this moment. “Father, can I have it back?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Issac hesitated, his eyes darkening as he looked down at the bow, then back to his son. “I’m going to keep it, Raziel,” he said, his tone firm. “I don’t feel like you’re being honest with me. And I really don’t like being lied to, boy.”
The weight of his father’s words settled heavily on Raziel’s chest. There was no avoiding this, no easy way out. It seemed that the truth was inevitable, and whatever lay ahead, he would have to face it.
With a heavy heart, he glanced at Raelith, who had yet to say a word, but whose eyes were filled with an undiscernible expression.
“I really do not know where it came from father!” Raziel could not hide the fear in his expression. “I was out picking mushrooms, when a stupid cougar chased me. I had to run away.”
Issac tightened his grip on the bow as he listened to his son.
Raziel frowned. “It is mine, Father. You have no right to take it from me.” The young boy put his hand on the bow.
Issac’s hand began to burn. He withdrew. “It seems you are right. It has chosen you.”
Raelith couldn’t help it and he laughed. Issac turned and scowled at him.
There was a knock on the door. Issac frowned. “It is late, boy. Go to bed. And show Raelith to the spare room, he can sleep there for the night.
“Yes, Father.” Raziel put the bow on his back and headed back upstairs.
Issac watched his boys go up the stairs and then turned and headed to the door. He opened it and a rather fearful man stood on the other side.
“Sir, um, Rantier and Fallon are both dead.”
Issac raised a brow. “What killed them?”
“Magic arrows.”
“How do you know they were magic? Most enchanted arrows won’t stay after the archer has gone?”
“Because they disappeared after they were removed from the dead.” The man shifted nervously. “Sir, they were Aurelian’s arrows.”
“Did you see who entered the cave?”
“No, sir, I did not.”
“Interesting. I think I know who killed my men.”
The man left. Issac closed the door and scowled. Something wasn’t right. His foot steps led him up the stairs. He stopped outside Raelith’s door.
“We see you Issac. You may enter.” Raelith was staring out the window. He turned as his door opened to see an angry Issac standing there.
“What the fuck are you doing here Raelith?”
The warrior’s eyes turned emerald. “I would watch your tone, Issac.” He pulled a golden horn from under his cloak. We do not need to make a scene now do we?”
Shock filled Issac’s eyes. “How did you get that?”
A mirthless laughter from Raelith’s throat filled the air. “I earned it. Angelo lost.”
A darkness filled Issac’s eyes. “What are you doing here with this human boy.”
Surprise filled his eyes and he took a step toward Issac. “Human?” He watched Issac for any sign of dishonesty.
“Yes, I said human.”
Raelith’s eyes narrowed. “Interesting. I was sent for Merlin’s notes.”
An evil laugh from Issac, “I can’t get you those, they are in my room at Nexus.”
“Xanther knows you have them, he is coming for you. So I would watch your step.” Raelith let his emerald eyes go icy cold. “You will also not stop Raziel. Am I clear?”
“Crystal.”